"YOU DIDNT SAVE ME!! None of you gave a fuck about me and I was left alone for six months with no one but coldness and darkness. You speak so highly of being strong? You couldn't protect your sister from being kidnapped and used like the marijuana y...
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Mikhail Sitting back in our seats with a bunch of people glaring, our eyes puffy and our noses red led them to the conclusion someone died or we broke up.
In truth, there was still so much I needed to tell her. Her black hair cascaded down her hair and she relaxed her face on her hand, looking outside. I don't know if there is hope for us, but I know I love her and honestly I want to talk her out of facing my father. If it were up to me, I'd want her and I to run off to Australia or New Zealand and build a life for ourselves. She could get into university again and finish her course and when she graduated I'll propose and get her pregnant so she doesn't leave me.
Hah.
I know her, she'd never abort. She's always wanted a child I can see it in her. She wants to raise it up with love and no sight of despair or pain. Images of her chestnut hair, wearing a cream sweater and rocking our baby to sleep ached my pounding heart.
"Sara" I need to tell her. She peered at me, giving me a dazed look. She was exhausted and I knew it. "There's something else I haven't told you" I felt her heart prepare for what I was about to say. Rubbing my face, I looked into her eyes, I didn't want to hold her hand because she'll be disgusted when I tell her.
"I have a-I have a daughter" squinting my eyes as I said it, like a child I looked at her blank expression. If she told me she had a kid with someone else, I'd be envious but I'd still want her. I don't know how she feels about it.
"What her name?" She asked monotoned, she wasn't angry or upset. She just emotionlessly replied as if I asked her if she wanted coffee or to use the bathroom first. "Sara" I answered.
"What?" She gave me confused look. She probably thinks I'm calling her or being sentimental. "Her name is Sara Olivia Summers" I concealed my grin saying my beautiful daughters name.
"Did you name her?" She asked, I could see her blue eyes become more like glass, it was welling up but she held it in well. "Yea, her mother let me do it after I begged..." I smiled.
Fuck man you're not supposed to smile!
"Do you love her?" She asked, she was so calm and collected, honestly I feel like she's trying to conceal happiness rather than envy. "Sara? Of course I love her. She's with her mother but I love her, I love her like I love you except more of a ohmg she's so tiny and fucking adorable way" I can't hide my smile. I loved my little girl.
"No I-I know that I mean do you love her mother? Will you marry her?"
Oh fuck. "Um no. We met in a club two years ago and I...knocked her up as they say. I told her not to abort and I'd look after the kids if she couldn't" looking down I felt the pain in my heart, like I was struck by lightning.
